no need to put salt on your wounds

Stolen Moments (Part 2)

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

You work as a makeup artist on Supernatural during season 1. You find yourself very attracted to Jensen and he to you, but that attraction has led to some problems between Jared and Jensen.

Part 2 of ?

Contains: strong language, smut, slow burn

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kascreations  asked:

Here's a feels-inducing one for you! Sidon's reaction to finding out his s/o has caught an illness with a high death rate! :D

(I hope this one is feelsy enough to your liking my dear friend, I look forward to doing your next one~ Also I’m visiting relatives for a while so although I am on summer break they’ll probably be keeping me busy, I’ll try my best to submit as often as I can! Enjoy!~)

Can’t Let You Go

Word Count: 1847
Warnings: Angst, fatal illness, illness symptoms, vomit mention, blood

It was a very difficult feat reducing the optimizing and headstrong Prince of the Zora to tears but when he saw you laid in bed looking as if one gust of wind could whisk you away, the tears flew so freely that one would think that he had been crying every second of his life. Only those closest to him knew that this was not the case. It was only moments like this that could make Sidon feel this way; make him feel like his entire world was crashing down on him.

Sidon had known that you were sick for a while now but it had only been a gentle cough and light fever, nothing serious. You had never whined or complained. Every time he offered to excuse himself from his work to say by you, you always told him that you didn’t want to keep the Prince from his Kingdom. You said it would pass in a few days. You said you’d be fine.

Now here you were, two weeks later, restricted almost completely to your bed, and barely able to keep your eyes open.

After the first week, Sidon couldn’t help but worry even though you insisted you were okay, he was certain that you were getting worse. The maids and healers that cared for you while he was caught up with meetings and paperwork would inform him of your condition. Telling him that your coughs were quickly becoming more aggressive, your fever remained ever present, your movements were slower and sluggish, and you could hardly eat the food brought to you and even when you did it was never for long.

It seemed like your entire day was comprised of laying in bed because your body was too weak to carry you anywhere else, trying to sleep, coughing, trying to eat meals, or puking into a basin. You were miserable even though you tried to hide it.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

So, at the advisement of the healers, he sent a letter to a Hylian doctor requesting their services. It did not take long for the doctor to arrive in the Kingdom after hearing about your symptoms and once he performed a careful examination he was able to give a full diagnosis. It was not a good one.

You had caught a virus common to Hylians during this time of year and, at first, Sidon felt relieved thinking that surely this meant a cure had been developed. His heart dropped when the doctor informed him that there was no cure and, to rub salt in his fresh wound, most of those who caught this nasty disease did not make it.

Sidon, shortly after learning this devastating news, put everything else aside so that he could ten to your needs much to your meek protest. He couldn’t bear to be away from you and nobody could blame him. The Zora remained firmly planted at your side, hardly sleeping or eating anything as he watched over you. He couldn’t look away from your pale face for even a moment; he was afraid that if he did that would be the last moment he saw you alive.

It only took one moment for the cruel hands of fate to steal all that was precious to im in life. They had stolen his mother. They had stolen Mipha. They could steal you too.

Over his dead body.

During the daytime, things were manageable. The maids brought in the meals and medicine prescribed by the doctor to help with your symptoms. It was difficult for you to enjoy even the simplest dishes prepared by the kitchen but Sidon always tried to get you to eat something, even if it was just a nibble. It took some negotiating to get you to take the medicine, however, because according to you it tasted like Bokoblin crap.

Regardless, in the end, it didn’t matter because barely an hour late later it was usually coming right back up with Sidon apologizing profusely for making you eat and you always apologized for subjecting him to this nastiness.

Aside from that, everything ran relatively smoothly with you spending most of your time trying to rest while occasionally asking him for water or a story to fill up the silence in the room. Sidon had no problem doing any of these for you; he would gladly do anything that made this whole ordeal easier for you.

At night, it was a completely different story.

At night, things became unbearable.

Your illness seemed to take sick pleasure in terrorizing you at night because every one of your symptoms became excruciating and Sidon could only watch and try to do all he could to ease our suffering.

The fever spiked and while the heat burning around your head caused you to break out in a terrible sweat, the rest of your body remained freezing cold to the Zora Prince’s touch and shivered like a leaf in a raging storm. Sidon watched as your chest shook violently from the coughing fits that progressed into hacking that then progressed into the spilling of the contents of your stomach; even when there was absolutely nothing inside of your poor stomach to spill your body showed you no mercy. You would convulse and quiver over the basin dry heaving so violently and would not stop until you were reduced to an empty husk of a person sprawled out on the bed.

It was horrifying for Sidon to watch, though he knew it was ten times worse to experience it.

Tonight, was no exception. In fact, it was the definition of torture.

Your body was being particularly ruthless and once again Sidon was practically powerless to do anything about it. His love, his sweet treasure, his everything was coughing so violently he feared they would cough up their lungs and all he could do was hold their hand and offer to get them some water even though you both knew that would not help. Still he had to do something, anything to help you. Without saying a word, your body suddenly jolted up and Sidon released his careful hold on your hand to look up at you immediately concerned by your abrupt action.

Sidon’s eyes scanned your form noticing how your body convulsed aggressively in response to the terrible fit you were currently enduring. Then just as abruptly as you stood up you stopped and then fell silent and he could see your body still shaking.

Quickly he moved to adjust his chair so that he could look at your face saying, “My love, are you alri-!” His golden eyes dilated in horror seeing the trail of crimson running down your chin and pooling into your quivering hand. His heart shattered to see that you were crying, soft sobs replacing the horrible hacking and making you look even more weak and fragile than before. You were attempting to try and catch all the blood in your hand as if ashamed and terrified by what just happened.

Sidon stood up so quickly that he knocked his chair back and it fell to the ground with such a loud clatter that he was certain he had woken the entire palace but he didn’t care. He raced to retrieve a towel and then bring it back to you carefully wiping the blood from your hand and then pressing the cloth to your mouth as you sobbed. “I-It hurts…” Your voice comes out hoarse from coughing and muffled by the cloth and Sidon can feel himself start to cry along with you.

“I know, I’m sorry,” His voice breaks and he almost can’t stand looking at you reduced to such a poor state. The tears pooling in his eyes blur his vision and his hand shakes slightly as he wipes at the corners of your mouth trying to hold himself together and put on a brave face for you. He must stay strong for you. He must stay strong. He must…

Gently laying you back down on the bed, Sidon just watches kneeling beside the bed not even bothering to recollect his chair as he lets the towel drop to the floor. “It hurts so much… I-I just want it to stop… I’m so tired…” You hiccup in between your gut-wrenching sobs your fists clinging so tightly to the bedsheets that Sidon can see your knuckles turn white. “S-Sidon make it stop…”

You’re begging for help; begging for Sidon’s help and it is only a reminder that he is completely powerless.

He wished with every bone in his body that the sickness ravaging your body was a monster, something that he could see and properly fight off to protect you. Something that he could kill so that you would be free from this agony. Unfortunately, that was only wishful thinking. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything but sit and watch as you withered away in front of him.

Sidon carefully climbed into the bed wrapping you up in the blankets and bedsheets like you are a young infant before laying you on his chest holding you close to him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” He whispered over and over again letting you cry out all of that pain he knows that you’ve been trying to hold in for his sake while he tries his best to console you. This is the least he can do for you.

If this dastardly disease did manage to succeed in its horrid plan he wanted you to be at peace; he knew it was horrible to even admit that you could leave him but he could not ignore the fact that was entirely too real possibility. Any moment your tired body could potentially give out and you could breathe your last and he wouldn’t be able to stop it. All he could do now was comfort you, keep you happy, keep hoping that you would get through this together.

He would stay with you no matter what.

No matter what.

When the sun rose the next morning, the maids brought in the food as usual giving the Prince time to wake you and then detangle himself from your body so he could go back to his place at your side. He watched overjoyed as you ate a third of the meal – it took a while, and you refused to touch anything until he promised to eat something too – but you managed to get food in your system. You even took the medicine with no complaints and Sidon could not have felt more relieved when an hour later you didn’t need to turn to the basin so your body could reject it.

Watching you take what he could only assume to be the best nap you had taken in two weeks, Sidon finally let his worries wash away and he rest his head on the edge of the bed placing his hand over yours admiring your sleeping face. The answer to his prayers was finally laid out to him so he did not need to worry anymore.

He could see it written on your face flushed with the faint hue of your color returning to your face as you slept so peacefully. He could feel it in his heart, mind, body, and soul. He could hear it in the room as if Hylia herself was standing there clearing all of the misery that had been hanging over the two of you.

Things were going to be okay.

The Night We Met - Harry Styles


Could you do “The Night We Met”, by Lord Huron, with Harry? Thanks love ❤️

A/N: Yasssss!! A music request!!! Thank you!! Also, how is this my first Harry Styles one shot?! Anyway, the point is thank you! Because I love Harry and I love this music, so I hope I did it justice! I really listened to the lyrics and tried to even incorporate parts of it in here.


You really didn’t know how you had ended up seating at the edge of a pool, dipping in your legs, with Harry seating by your side and a wedding party going on behind you.

“I really fucked up you know?” He asked and you assumed that he had had too much to drink. “All those months ago when I broke up with you, I fucked up.” He continued and you resisted the urge to say ‘Yes, you did.’ because you figured that if you weren’t at a wedding and if the groom had known that you dated and broke up and hadn’t put you on the same fucking table and if he hadn’t drunk anything he wouldn’t be saying all those things, so… you decided to be gentle.

“I think you should not have drank so much…” You said as a joke trying to stir the conversation away. It was a wedding, you were supposed to be having fun not to be moping around with your ex-boyfriend about your break-up. That had hurt enough as it is and there was no need to re-open that wound and rub some salt in it. But Harry would not be swayed.

“You know, I thought I was young and I was supposed to experiment and be free and all that jazz, and I looked at you and I knew that you…” He chuckled to himself. “you were endgame. And I wasn’t ready for that. For that commitment. Or maybe I was just scared that I liked you so much, that I knew you were it for me.”

“Great way of showing that you like me so much, breaking up that is.” You answer, there goes being gentle.

“Yup, stupid. I thought that if I ran away from it, from you I would have it, freedom.”

“Christ, you talk as if I was keeping you in a cell…”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I looked at you and I knew that you were how my life was supposed to go, I could picture you and me moving in, and marrying and having kids and growing old together and all that shit and I just… I got scared, I thought I was too young for that, that I was supposed to live more.”

“Yeah, well, your wish was granted.” You answered him.

“Not really. It’s shit. Whatever happens, it’s you I want to talk about it with. You know, at the beginning, even after the break-up I had it all,” Was he trying to just rub salt in the wound? “and whenever something funny happened you were the first person I looked at to see if you found it funny, but you were not there. And whenever something good happened I wanted to share it with you. I pretended that it was just a habit though.
"And then the band broke up and I wanted to call you for consolation, but I figured I didn’t have the right. I think that was kind of when I knew that it wasn’t just a habit, I loved you. And things got confusing and I wished you were there beside me. And I just… I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life, I was so lost. I still am. I’m still trying to figure out who I am, where I want to go. And I know that it was the same with you, I didn’t know who I was, but I just never felt so lost. And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here, not really. I’ve been howling for the ghost of you. I can’t tell myself what the hell I’m supposed to do, so lately I just think about what you would say when making decisions, on everything from what movie to watch to whether to start acting or not.
"I still have to thank you for that, by the way. I was considering and I thought about what you would say and I thought you would say that I’d be a wuss if I didn’t try. That I had to go with my gut. That I could do it if I really wanted." 

"Well, I can hardly take credit for that. But you’re right I would tell you to do it, to test yourself, to get out of your comfort zone, because you can do more.” You agreed and he smiled looking at you from the corner of your eye.

“I wish I could go back to the night we met,” Harry said. “I wouldn’t want to do much, I just… I’d tell myself not to fuck it up because really you’re too important.” He sighed and looked you in the eye. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” You confessed. “But you really hurt me. I think maybe we should talk about this when you’ve sobered up.”

“I hadn’t had a drop of alcohol.” He asserted. “I didn’t know if I should fess up but you’ve always said honesty is the best policy so I figured I should tell you.”

“Harry… I don’t know…”

“I know I hurt you. I was an idiot and I can’t deny it, but I can promise it won’t happen again because I realised that… well, that it was the dumbest thing that I’ve done. Because, without you, it’s like it all fades away, everything is just less bright, less happy, just less.” He sighed. “I don’t deserve it, but if you could just give me a second chance…”

You were silent for a moment, this was all too much. You knew what Harry meant when he said it was kind of scary that at this young age, look to the person next to you and think that they were your life. But you didn’t break up with him over that, you didn’t let fear blind you.

You closed your eyes for a second and thought about it, you heard the ballad playing behind you and the people talking and you stood up. You reached out to him.

“Come on, I missed dancing with you.” You said with a small smile and he smiled so brightly, he was so moved. You figured that you wouldn’t be blinded by fear of this going wrong, even though you had reasons to and it wasn’t completely unfounded. Even though you deserved to be scared because it had hurt you before, you wouldn’t, you would learn to trust Harry.

“I love you.” He said as you two danced close to each other on the lawn next to that pool, the music almost faint behind you. He kissed you softly and pulled apart letting you foreheads touch as you danced with your eyes closed.

“We’ll have a lot to work through.” You warned him.

“As long as I have you beside me.”

Shelter - Clay Jensen imagine

Summary: Hello can you do a platonic clay x reader were you and clay are best friends and you’ve been comforting him because of the tapes. You’re being strong for clay but inside you’re depressed because you and Hannah were best friends. One day you break down and clay is the one who comforts you. Thanks love and sorry for the long request.

Y/F/N: your father’s name
Y/M/N: your mother’s name

Warnings: I’ve decided to change things a little bit. Y/N is the one who received the copies of the tapes (instead of Tony) because she’s not in them. She ran over to Hannah’s as soon as she realized what was happening, but it was too late. Mention of suicide. Probably swearing.


“She’s not okay, (Y/F/N)! She’s barely eating and lost, give or take, 40 pounds on the last four months! Her grades dropped on every class! Even her friends stopped coming by. They used to be here all the damn time!” you heard your mom screaming the second you opened the front door. She was arguing with your father and, clearly, forgot you were coming home early in that particular day.

“That Jensen kid is always here. She’s not alone. Give her a break, (Y/M/N). Her best friend killed herself and SHE is the one who found the bloody body in a tub” your dad sounded extremely impatient.

“Yeah, but it happened four months ago. She’s not getting any better. Are we gonna let our child depress herself, slash her OWN wrists and bleed to death?”

That was it. You cleared your throat so they would notice your presence. Your mother’s eyes widened up. Your dad ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated.

“Hi, sweetie… we didn’t see you there”

“Clearly” you clenched your jaw. “Well, if you ask me, which nobody does, I’m doing just fine”


“Mom! The weight thing? It’s a diet. I’m on a damn diet. The grades? I’m sorry, I’m a slow learner. And people stopped coming over because I lost interest on most of my old friends. Is that enough explanation? Can you please stop worrying about me killing myself? I promise you I won’t”


“Can you come over to my place after school?” Clay asked. Just one quick look at his face told you he was having one of his bad days. There were dark purple bags under his eyes, his face was pale and his hair looked like a bird nest.

“Of course, young man” you smiled at him.

“Do you want a ride?” he offered. His mom insisted on driving him everywhere since… well, since Hannah’s tapes.

“Nah, thanks. I’ll bike. I can use some exercise” you joked.

Clay didn’t even realized you were faking everything. You didn’t need any exercise. You just didn’t want his mom to see the bad shape you were in. If she saw the wreck you were and decided you were a bad influence on Clay, that would be it. Without him, you had no one.

You split up as soon as the bell rang, since he had Econ and you, Chemistry.

“See ya” he said.

“See ya” you repeated.

The classes went by and, honestly, you completely ignored every word your teachers said. You doodled and sketched some pretty gloomy and twisty stuff. You ripped off that page from your notebook and threw it away. The last thing you needed was some stupid student seeing that and spreading the word you were the next… what did your mom say? The next one to slash their own wrists and bleed to death?

When it was finally over, you threw your backpack on your shoulder and biked all the way to the Jensen’s. He was already there and, thank goodness, his mom was nowhere to be seen.

“How was your morning?” you asked.

“Bad” he admitted. “I had nightmares last night. Didn’t got any sleep, so I was extra tired this morning”

“Nightmares?” you frowned while he led you upstairs. “That specific kind?”

He knew what you meant. Nightmares about her. At the dance, at Jessica Davis’, at the tub… you shook those images away. He didn’t know that, but you had that kind of nightmares too. Every god damn night.

“Yeah” Clay nodded.

“You told me they went away with your medication” you put aside your own problems to try helping him.

You both got inside his room and shut the door.

“Normally they do” he explained “but not last night”

You sat down and let him tell you everything, the same as every time he had a nightmare, a vision or even a thought about your dead best friend. It torn you apart, it was like rubbing salt on your open wounds. Every mention of her, every flash of memory you had, it hurt you like hell.

But Clay needed that. Sharing everything with you was all that kept him sane. That’s why, day after day, you let him go on and on about her smile, her hair, her laugh, her sadness, her tapes, her death.


“(Y/N)? You’re late for school honey” your mom gently pressed your shoulders. “If you get up now, shower and get dressed really fast, you can still eat breakfast and get on time for the second period”

You didn’t even open your eyes. You didn’t care. You couldn’t care less about school, breakfast, dressing up, showering, living.

Not getting a response, your mom sighed and decided to let you sleep.

A few hours later, another voice woke you up.

“Hey, school dropout” Clay called. “It’s 5 o'clock. Aren’t you hungry or even tired of sleeping?”

“Not really” you mumbled.

“Okay… I’m gonna help you catch up” he started. “You don’t have to get up or move a muscle. I can bring you food and we can talk. Actually, I can do all the talking if it serves you better. All you’ll have to do is listen. Or not. I won’t know if you’re listening or sleeping since your face is sunk on a pillow”


“I know, I know, I’m doing that thing where I say too many words in not enough time and it gets confusing and I’m doing it right now again” he took a long breath.

“Clay” you tried again.

“I’ve stopped. I promise. Now, about that food. I can get you an orange juice-”


“Okay, lemon juice. Switzerland-ish lemonade” he mispronounced everything, which would be adorable if you weren’t on the middle of a break down.

“Clay, will you please stop talking?” you screamed. He got scared and his mouth hung open. You felt the tears starting to run down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream… I just wanted you to listen”

“O-okay, I’m sorry, I’m listening now” he held your hand. “What’s the matter?”

You finally got up, just enough to sit down and level your eyes with his. You were only on your pajamas, which didn’t do a good job hiding how much weight you lost. Normally you’d wear large coats and sweaters, sweatpants and stuff like that. That was the first time in all those months Clay saw you with a simple shirt on.

Also, you’ve been wearing a lot of makeup. Covering up the dark circles around you eyes and some blush to give your pale and dead skin a healthy appearance. Not in that morning. Again, it was the first time since before Hannah’s death that Clay saw your real face, clean and makeup free.

“Oh my god (Y/N)” he whispered. “I don’t- I don’t even know what to say”

“I don’t think I can hear you talking about her anymore… I just… I’m not ready” you cried. He hugged you really tight. “I think I’m the one who needs some help”

“It’s okay. We can figure it out” he promised.

“I miss her, Clay. I miss her so fucking much. Sometimes I can’t even breath. Everything just seems so pointless since she left us”

“I miss her too. But we have to believe she’s on a better place now. It was her choice and, since we couldn’t stop it, we just have to live with it and respect her for holding on for as long as she could”

You nodded.

“I just don’t know how to keep living. I wish we could go back”

“One day after the other. When we’re going through hell, we just gotta keep going”

“How? You’re just telling me pretty words and metaphors, Clay, but you’re not helping me figure out what I’m really supposed to do” you sobbed.

“How would you have helped her, if you had known how sad and broken she really was?” he asked.

You backed away a few inches. That was so uncalled for. That line of thinking was painful. Still, you felt the need to answer and put yourself through that misery.

“I-I don’t know. I guess I would have helped her find out things that made her happy, people who made her glad to be alive” you took a break. Your heart was falling apart while you thought of all the things you could have done for her, but didn’t. “I’d help her change the scenario, get professional help, and find joy in the little things. I would tell her that life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans”

You stopped talking, but Clay knew you weren’t done.

“What else?”

“She lost herself. If I had known that, I would have helped her find herself again” you rubbed your puffy eyes.

“That’s your answer. Right there” he said, simply.


“You asked me how to keep on living. That’s how. Help yourself the way you wanted to help her. She’s gone, but you’re not. You need to stay alive. And when I say alive, I don’t mean your body. It doesn’t matter if your heart’s still beating if you’ve lost yourself. You have to find you, the real you, in the middle of all that pain” Clay explained himself.

You nodded. Deep down, you knew Hannah would agree with him. She would hate seeing you like that, following her steps, and she would do anything to drag you out of that situation.

Ironically, neither of you could help the other. You were too oblivious to help her then, and she was too dead to help you now.

However, as Hannah’s best friend, you had to overcome your sadness and fight like she would have wanted you to. After all, you owed her that much.

“How did you get so wise?” you playfully pushed Clay, and let out a soft and short laugh.

“I lost myself too, and I’m currently finding me again too”

CPR | Part 7

Hello! This is part 7 of a short fanfic about Dan Howell. We leave off where part 6 ended, so if you haven’t read that yet, you can go read it here.
A/N: Please don’t kill me

You rushed out of the cab as it came to a halt at your house, throwing some money that should cover the costs at the taxi driver before barging through your front door. Your parents weren’t home yet, thank god, so you could race up to your bedroom in peace. You slammed the door shut and let yourself fall down onto your bed, your cropped up anger overwhelming you to the point of streaming tears. You knew this situation all too well; as a child your mother would often find you like this after a horrible school day of mean girls. When you got into high school you promised yourself you wouldn’t let them do this to you again, and ever since then you fought back every time someone tried to bully you. It had worked out in your favor and nowadays you were mostly free from high school bullies. Megan, however, had set her eyes on you from the moment she was introduced to the class at the beginning of the year. It was obvious that you were the one who was going to be most difficult to take down, but she was determined. So far every other girl in the class was scared of her and she was starting to get what she wanted now that Dan had entered your life and made you vulnerable again. This was exactly why you had been so hesitant to go out with Dan in the first place, because you knew that if he would start meaning something to you, that was an exposed weakness open for anybody to attack.

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Bear’s “Get Fuckin Rekt” Curse Jar
- 1 jar
- poppet made from red fabric
  = cotton ball, square of red fabric, red thread
- 2 red tipped straightpins
- pickle juice
- alcohol
- candle (preferably red but any color is fine)

** I know that’s kind of a lot and you don’t have to use it all. I made this jar with specific intentions for each “ingredient” but it’s the intention that matters **

Step 1: Light your candle. 
Step 2: Construct your poppet. I put half a cotton ball in for the head, and tied it off with the red thread to make a ghostie shape. Put the straightpins into the head to resemble eyes, personify your anger. 
Step 3: Pour in pickle juice to salt the wound (salt water works just fine if you don’t have pickle jars on hand. I do because I like to straight up eat pickle spears.)
Step 4: Pour in a splash of alcohol to make it burn. I used tequila, because that’s what we have the most of, but really any alcohol should be fine. Rubbing or drinking kind.
Step 5: Drip in whatever candle wax has melted and accumulated near the wick. If you feel the need to seal your jar, do it now. Otherwise, screw the lid on tight. 
Step 6: You can use your own words, I didn’t really go with anything solid, just a lot of “Fuck you fuck you fuck you I fuckin hate you you piece of shit stay the fuck away from me, shut your fucking mouth you absolute shitball, fuck you” while shaking the jar. 
Put a protective seal/sigil on the jar lid.

Binding an ex-friend to stop inflicting pain on you.

You’ll need:

A jar

Broken glass (be careful! this one is optional!)

Rusted nails





Cauldron or fireproof container to catch ashes

Black candle/wax

Thread in the ex-friend’s favorite colors/colors you associate with them

A storm/new moon

This one is fairly simple. Whisper your intent, or maybe even cry, as you put this spell together.

Add glass, for the initial pain this person caused you.

Next, add the rusted nails, for the lasting pain their betrayal will leave.

Next comes adding salt, both to signify the salt they rubbed in your wounds and to encourage your own healing.

Then, take the pencil and paper and write their name on it. Then, put the paper in your container and burn it. Add the ash to your jar to signify the bridge they burned.

Seal the jar with the black wax and wrap it in the thread to bind them to stay away from you and never hurt you again.

Next, bury it either under a new moon to signify a new beginning without them hurting, or before a storm to allow the rain to cleanse you of their negative impact.

Be happy and free of their negative influence. You’re wonderful and you don’t deserve the pain they’ve caused you.

Blessed be 💜✨🔮

Check yourself

You can be unapologetically you
You don’t have to say sorry for your personality
You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not
You don’t have to change to please others


When you’re the bully, the one making someone feel as though they need to apologize for their quirks that do not appeal to you-Check yourself.

When you’re deliberately picking out the ‘flaws’ that creates a person’s very being- Check yourself.

When you’re pouring salt on someone’s wounds to purposely hurt them-Check yourself.

When you’re denouncing someone because they’re not you-Check yourself.

When you’re bullying someone into silence-Check yourself.

When you’re putting out more negativity than positivity into this world-Check yourself.

Belonging (2PT #40)

Prompt: I wonder if you’ll ever understand how much of me belongs to you. 
Pairing: Dean x Reader

Drabble request by @deansgirlria. Enjoy :)

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Xiumin: Xiumin would get so crestfallen and emotional just because he wasn’t there to protect you from the intruder breaking into your home. This would really break his heart because what kind of a boyfriend is he if he can’t even stop your life from being threatened and in danger? The fact that you were forced to resort to stabbing someone violently (which is something he knows you wouldn’t just do) would break his heart, he knows that you will probably have bad dreams of stabbing people after this as well. The fact that you’re now scarred and whenever you see a knife you’ll remember this day will cause Xiumin to tear up, he would wish that he was the one to do the stabbing instead. The second he hears the news, Xiumin will be packing up his stuff and leaving. He knows that he needs to hold you and let you cry it out because right now, that’s the only thing he can do to help you.

Originally posted by pangguk

Luhan: Luhan would be a lot like Xiumin because he would get emotional over the fact that he was away when someone happened to break into your house. It would hit him that his career could be potentially affecting not only your relationship due to the time constraints, but it could also be affecting your safety. The fact he was rarely with you left you open to all sorts of dangers, like sasaeng fans, creepy men, and intruders. He would feel so guilty because he believes that he should protect you because  he’s your boyfriend. It would crush him to know that the only thing that you could turn to was a knife so that you could save yourself. When Luhan was able to find you at your parent’s house, he would just hold you close and sob his heart out because it would be then that he realized he could have lost you and he would have been working. He would definitely take a few months off from work after this.

Originally posted by jaeunni

Kris: We all know that Kris honestly looks menacing because he’s huge and he has very sharp and stoic features, however all of that would just fade away as he learned about what happened to you. He would literally just drop everything and anything that he was doing in the dance studio to get to you as soon as possible. He would be tearing up on his way out of the building because he can only imagine the terrors that you witnessed alone. He knows that when you watch horror movies together, you sometimes need to turn away from the screen during the gore filled parts and instead hide your face in his chest. He remembers that you need to hug him tightly when something scary happens or a character is killed. The fact that you not only had to experience a real horror and be put in a situation where you had to stab someone honestly shatters his heart, and what added salt to the wound was that he wasn’t there to hold you. He wasn’t there to hide you from the blood and the revolting parts and hold you tightly to reassure you that everything would be okay. When he finally finds you, he wouldn’t let you go all night and he would be shaking as he refused to let you leave his sight.

Originally posted by wooyoung

Suho: Suho is very emotional so he would just cry. He would be a mess as he left the room to go and return to where you are because he’s in shock. He’ll find that he simply can’t digest the information of you having to almost kill someone to save your own life, this would haunt him for the rest of his life. He would blame everything for what happened, he’ll blame his fame, his company for making him practice so late at night, the alarm system etc. He’ll try to find a way to rationally work it out in his brain what could have caused this, but the only thing that did cause it was the burglar itself. He would still be in tears when he entered the room you were in and he would just run up to you and hold you tightly. He would probably buy a hotel room until your house was finished getting fixed up again and he would refuse to go back to work. Suho would just want to lie in bed with you and make you feel much better, because right now you would be in a very low place. He would kiss you and hug you and make you feel like a princess for being his little warrior.

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Lay: Lay would be similar to Suho when it comes down to understanding and digesting what happened. He would be so shocked and confused and very unresponsive the entire time he left his company’s building and went to go and be with you. He wouldn’t cry yet but it would definitely be coming as he began to flip through the many pictures he has of you two together on his phone. Just seeing you so carefree and happy would get him choked up because the thought of you crying and stabbing someone would snap his heart in half. He wouldn’t know if he was dreaming or not because he would just feel so heavy and upset. He would wish that he could wake up any second, but reality would slowly be imprinting itself into his mind as the car ride continued to where you were. Once he reached your location, Lay would wander inside and finally break down when he saw you wrapped up in blankets and looking so pale. He would join you and cry and hug you so close to him, and you would end up crying as well.

Originally posted by jooncherry

Baekhyun: Initially Baekhyun would just be surprised, but I think that he’d be able to snap out of it pretty quickly and learn to accept the unfortunate news. I don’t think he would cry just because he wants to be strong for your sake, so he would definitely be a very rational and comforting person in this situation. He would know not to freak out because that’s the last thing you need right now and he would be very gentle and caring with you. He would wait a while to crack jokes and make you laugh because he can tell that right now you don’t want to talk to anyone, you just want to be held and taken care of as you recover. After Baekhyun found you and was able to calm you down and it had been a few days since the incident, he would be so proud of you. He would tell you that you were so brave and amazing and that he found it so cool that you were able to fight for yourself. He would also begin to crack jokes about you being a superhero and asking you to protect him if a saseng ever tried to hurt him. You would probably feel better the quickest with Baekhyun because he responded very maturely and knew exactly what to do.

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Chen: Chen would be shocked, but like Baekhyun, he would be able to snap out of it pretty quickly just so that he could focus all of his attention on you. Chen would be really smart because he would know that out of everyone involved in the situation, you were the most harmed mentally and you just needed to be smothered with love and care. He wouldn’t want to focus on his own sorrows and fear, so he would honestly push them to the side so that he could just center all of his attention on you. Chen would be really supportive and generous, he would take days off from work and he would want to take you away on a special vacation. He would tell you to pick the location and while the two of you were away, Chen would get the house remodeled and repainted so that it’s still your loving home, but it’s different from before. When you walk into it, you won’t remember the scenes that happened and as you experience new wonders and cultures from the other side of the world, you would feel yourself growing stronger and getting rid of the tramua that used to haunt you.

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

Chanyeol: Chanyeol would honestly just shut down when he heard the news. He wouldn’t touch or talk to any of the members as they tried to comfort him and hug him, he wouldn’t eat or drink anything. He would just want to go and see you. He would shed his title of Happy Virus for a few days as he felt his world crashing down around him. He honestly wouldn’t think things through as his manager drove him over to where you were and tried to make small talk. He wouldn’t want to listen to music or honestly do anything that he liked, he would just feel so empty and bland inside. When he finally found you, Chanyeol would just hold you on the couch and say nothing. You would snuggle in his embrace and just savor the fact that he was here with you. Tears would silently run down his cheeks as he breathed deeply and tightened his hold on you because he couldn’t imagine a world without you in his arms.

Originally posted by mongdo

Kyungsoo: Even though Xiumin would feel so incredibly guilty, I think that Kyungsoo would feel the most guilt out of all of the members. Kyungsoo is someone that really cares deeply for people that are close to him and he has such a big heart that normally isn’t shown. It takes someone who really loves him to be able to see that special side, and the fact that significant person almost died because he wasn’t there would literally break Kyungsoo. He would be so furious with himself because his career got in the way of your safety, and I think that the rational side of him would not show at all. It would take a long time for him to overcome this obstacle and learn that there were a lot of different factors that led up to this occurence. When he first gets to you though, Kyungsoo would be so supportive and helpful to you. He would hold you and kiss you softly and tell you that from now on, he will protect you. He would make you anything and go out and buy things for you to make you feel better, and after about a week of this treatment, you would be feeling normal again.

Originally posted by jinwoco

Tao: Tao would be a little like Chanyeol on terms of his reaction in general, however he would deal with the news differently. He would honestly just have a meltdown in the middle of the practice room as someone delivered the news to him. He would just burst into sobs as he hiccuped your name over and over again and he would really have to rely on the other members for help. He’s so young that he wouldn’t know what to do and the overthinking would cause him to lose it, should he go see you? should he get you a therapist? was the house a mess? what was the intruder doing? was the intruder a sasaeng fan? Tao would be so completely overwhelmed that he would just cry and cry and Suho would have to hold him and rock him like a baby. When he finally got to see you, you would probably have to hold Tao and tell him that things would be okay because he would be so emotional over the fact that you could have died but I think once he got his grip back, he would focus more on comforting you.

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Kai: I think that you would land up in the hospital after the whole ordeal because the intruder may have fought back and gave you some minor injuries. It would be morning and you would have just finished breakfast and decided to watch EXO Showtime because you had some free time. You would still be weak and tired and slightly homesick, already getting tired of the mundane hospital walls and the fact there wasn’t anything to do. Kai would have visited you the night before and would have stayed with you, however you would still miss him. It would be then that the door would be pushed open and you would jump slightly at the commotion, but smile so brightly when you saw what was happening. Kai would be getting pulled along by two of his dogs, who were practically galloping towards you with their tongues hanging out and their tails wagging excitedly. He would finally let go of the leashes and they would leap up on the bed to smother you with licks and snuggles, which would effectively get you laughing and giggling. Kai would smile and hug you close once the dogs calmed down, and he would be so glad that he was able to make you happy once more. 

Originally posted by blondejongin

Sehun: Sehun would honestly fall into a minor depression stage after this event. He’s still a kid and the fact that he almost lost his girlfriend because he works 24/7 and she had to stab someone to save her life would really upset him. He would feel as though his youth years were unfairly stolen by his company and now it was time for reality, where he barely got to see you and was constantly forced to fly to different countries and perform. He missed simply going on dates with you and hearing your laugh, the days where he didn’t have to worry about your safety and his health. He would have lost his zest for singing and dancing and he would only be focused on you because he wouldn’t be able to get over the fact you almost died and he wouldn’t have been there. He could have easily lost you that day, and where would he be? He would be trapped inside the walls of the SM building, practicing over and over again. I think the managers would pick up on this and send him on a hiatus because he would get to a very low point. I think that over this break, you and Sehun would be able to rekindle and become closer and stronger.

Romeo and Juliet kinda thing

Part 3

Imagine you’re Clay’s daughter, breaking up with Juice, who you were secretly dating and dating Marcus Alvarez’s son as favor for the club. 

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Originally posted by reapercrews

That night, and on your way back to the clubhouse, you saw Juice, carrying two large bags of trash directly to the trash cans outside the clubhouse. You were still wearing Jason’s sweatshirt, and you thought that maybe, he would be upset still. You took a deep breath and walked towards to him. 

“Juice…” He jumped, a hand taking out his gun and making you yell a little, covering your mouth with your hands. “Oh my god, chill it’s me.” The Puerto rican sighed and closed his eyes, swallowing and putting his gun back on his case. 

“What the fuck?” He said, calming down. Juice was a nervous guy. You ran your hands down your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Uhm. Saying goodbye to Jason…” Juice nodded, a sarcastic smile on his face as he looked away, hands on his hips, his jaw clenched now. 

“You don’t settle for cutting me open, you need to pour salt on the wound too, huh?” He started walking away. “Catch you later, Morrow.” You frowned, and bit your lip, annoyed and angry. You walked towards him and pulled you towards you, to a secret hide away that used to be your place, right next to TM. It was dark and everyone was still inside on the party, so you were covered in that aspect. You smacked your lips against Juice’s, teeth clacking against each other, drawing blood from biting his lip so hard. Juice moaned against your lips and practically ripped your Jason’s sweatshirt off your body.

“Take this fucking thing off…” He moaned and smashed you against the wall in front of him. You moaned in both pain and hurt and continue kissing him. He lifted your skirt up to your stomach and pushed your panties to a side, sticking two fingers all of the sudden, making you moan out loud due to the extreme pleasure you were feeling, and how much you’ve missed him. “Did he ever fucked you?” You groaned at his angry tone. “(Y/N)…” He said circling your clit with his thumb, making you almost purr. “Did he ever fucked you?” You shook your head no and groaned, holding on to his shoulders. “Good…” He said before unbuckling his belt and getting his cock out. You moaned as he teased your naked slit your panties already ripped hanging from your body. You grabbed his hips and pushed him inside of you, digging your nails on his ass cheeks and throwing your head back as the trusted into you, pushing your g spot every time he got in. 

He came inside of you whiting a few minutes, doing it rough and loud, dry, even. He never once spoke again after he asked you if you and Jason have had sex. You were fixing yourselves in an awkward silence, and when you went to pick up Jason’s sweatshirt, Juice stepped on it.

“Am i Latino enough for your liking now, Morrow?” He asked, spitting on the sweatshirt  and starting to walk away. Your heart broke. Juice still hated you. More than ever now. The angry fuck that just happened meant nothing for him. You threw a rock in his way, out of spite. 

“How do you fucking do it?” You yelled at him, making him turn around and stare at you. “How did you do it?” He blinked, still not clear to him what you were talking about, but alarmed as he saw you lift your hands and try to hide your tears. He took a step forward. “How did you managed to hate me that fast?” He looked at you, eyes as wide as plates and bit his lip, stepping closer and watching sob in your place, as he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him in a long needed hug, as you sobbed into his kutte. 

“God…” He said. “I wish i could fucking hate you.” He said into your ear, tearing himself up a bit. “I love you…” He said, shaking. You cried harder into his kutte harder. 

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault, Juan.” You looked up at him and he stared back at you; his future in front of him and hugging his waist for dear life. Juice took a deep breath and looked into your eyes, hands on your cheeks.

“Marry me, (Y/N)”

MTVS Epic Rewatch #102

VM 2x09 My Mother the Fiend

Stray thoughts

1) Does this experiment really work? Does it really put off teenagers from having unprotected intercourse?


VERONICA: Ooh. Aren’t we supposed to have a shot of tequila first?

Ouch, too soon, Veronica, too soon. I don’t think it will ever be okay to joke about how you and your current honey had your first rape time together.

3) I like Clemmons a lot. Like, he knew all along that Veronica had the keys to the school, and he conveniently let her get away with it until bringing it up was benefitial to him. Like, RESPECT.

4) These two…. heart —> broken.

5) Clemmons getting Veronica into the permanent records’ archive was like letting a junkie loose in a room full of crack, right? You conniving little weasel!

6) Karma’s a bitch, Weevil. And sometimes karma will tape you to a pole.

I feel bad for him, though.

7) “ I’m just trying to figure out what kind of person my mom was.” Veronica already had plenty of hands-on experience regarding the kind of person her mom was, but I understand her trying to prove Lianne hadn’t always been such a sucky person.

8) Trina was such a fun character, I wish we’d had more Trina in the show.

9) Okay, do you need more proof that Duncan slept with Kendall? Well, since you asked so nicely, here you go…

DUNCAN: Logan’s not here.
KENDALL: Loosen up, Richie Rich, okay? I’ve been in both your beds. I’ve earned the occasional drop-by.

Like, they were the only two people in there, there was no reason for her to say that she’d been in his bed other than because it was the truth and both of them knew it. More importantly, he doesn’t deny it!!!!

10) And the most epic BTVS reunion ever…

TRINA: Wait a minute. Are you, like, sleeping with my little brother? What is he, thirteen?
KENDALL: Thirteen? He wishes. So, is this your much older sister I’ve heard nothing about?
LOGAN: Oh yes, where are my manners? Kendall Casablancas, Trina Echolls. Rode hard, meet put away wet.

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Tear my heart open

Stalk my masterlist here!

Plot: Y/N is forced to torture Dean under Alastair’s influence, will you follow through or will you refuse?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader 

Word count: 2771 

Warnings: blood, violence, use of weapons, swearing, torturing, abuse. Sorry if I missed anything! Also the gif and video used aren’t mine!

Authors note: based on the Supernatural episode ‘On the head of a pin’ where Dean tortures Alastair and also based on Scars by Papa roach. It is a pretty dark and sinister fic but I thought it was different so I hope you all enjoy it x 

Tagged: @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @imnotlikeyou0214 @xxtaylorsingerxx @my-name-is-alice-ayers @gabby913 @bowties-scarves-and-impalas

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About Bleach...

It’s okay to be upset about your ship not becoming canon. It’s okay to be mad and heartbroken that this thing you believed so wholeheartedly in did not happen. It’s okay to protest it, to disagree, to rant about character development, and to dislike certain characters.

It isn’t okay to shame and disrespect a wonderful and talented mangaka for his decisions in his own work just because you didn’t get what you wanted. It isn’t okay to insult him and his work that he has put 15 years of his life into just because you disagree with his decision.

Please, do not insult Kubo just because you don’t agree with the ending of Bleach. It’s one thing to be upset with it and disagree, but stop spreading hate about him and his work just because of a ship. It is totally understandable to be mad, but remember that Kubo didn’t want Bleach to focus on romance but rather the adventures and development of Ichigo and his friends. I loved Ichiruki and its development over the years just as much as I loved Ichihime, but I refuse to call Bleach a bad manga just because this ship isn’t canon. I refuse to stand by the hate that is being shot at Kubo.

Please, just try to be kind to each other and respect each other’s feelings about the way Bleach should have ended. Remember what Kubo’s intentions were with this beautiful manga, and don’t shame him for all of his hard work and dedication he has put into this. And don’t shame each other because of your biases in how you feel this manga should have ended.

This post is for both Ichihimes and Ichirukis. Everyone is being so hostile towards each other and Kubo over ships, when we should be celebrating Bleach and its amazing run of 15 years and wonderful storyline and thanking Kubo!

TL;DR: Ichihimes need to stop being assholes about their ship and rubbing salt in the wounds of Ichirukis; Ichirukis need to stop being assholes to Kubo about his decisions for Bleach’s ending (even though your pain/anger is very understandable and I am sorry.)

Spin the Bottle (Part 8)

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Hello Golly fans,

I know everyone is hurting right now in light of the Tassie interview.  I hope this… helps soothe the burn?  It may not.  But here’s some Golly fanfic anyhow.  As always, a big thank you to my beta athingor3


“Hey Holly-bear,” her father’s voice came through the phone.

“Hey, dad, how are you?” she asked, pleased to have him call.

“Oh, you know your old dad. Fit as a fiddle.”  Holly giggled like a little girl.  

“How’s mom?” she asked.

“She’s out gardening right now.  She says she’s going to have the nicest flowers beds on the street this year.” She could hear the pride in his voice. They really were in love and Holly always wished for that with her own wife someday.

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An Unexpected Pie

I was so thrilled to learn about An Unexpected Anniversary that I scrambled to find something I could contribute. At first I thought I might write an angsty, porny one-shot to celebrate, but then I looked at the four pounds of strawberries in my fridge and thought to myself, “What would Bilbo Baggins do?” Why, bake a pie for Thorin, of course!

And so here we are. I give you, The Bagginshield Pie.


The Crust

I’m not going to lie. The crust was store-bought. As you can see from the picture there was some bubbling and breakage that could have been avoided otherwise. I highly recommend using whatever recipe you prefer, perhaps adding a pinch or two of nutmeg to the flour and of course substituting a high proof spirit for part of the water for texture. For the cutouts I rolled out the second crust to about 1/8th of an inch, then using my paring knife carefully cut out the oak leaves and acorn, scoring the cut outs with my knife to show the texture of the acorn cap and the veins of the leaves. There are probably ways of creating your own templates on parchment paper for this kind of thing, but honestly, it was easier for me to just freehand them.

The Filling

As I said before, I had four pounds of strawberries. (Thank you Costco.) I used them all in the filling, but all the filling did not find it’s way into the pie. So I’m halving the amounts I used for the purposes of this recipe.

2 lbs of strawberries, capped and quartered lengthwise. (Don’t bother hulling, we’re not putting on airs.)

¼ cup of sugar (Their love is sweet, but not too sweet.)

¼ tsp salt (There’s no joy in love without a few tears.)

1 and ½ tsp rosemary (For remembrance.)

1/8 tsp each of cinnamon and vanilla (I don’t think I need to explain this one.)

A pinch of thyme (It heals all wounds.)

¼ cup of brandy (For courage.)

¼ cup of cornstarch dissolved in ½ cup cold water (Choose your own symbolism.)

In a large bowl, sprinkle cut strawberries with sugar, salt, rosemary, thyme, cinnamon and vanilla. Pour brandy over strawberries and mix well. Cover and refrigerate for at least two hours and up to two days. Before baking, preheat oven to 425 degrees. Pour cornstarch solution over strawberries and mix well. Pour mixture into pie shell and top with cut outs. Place pie on baking sheet on bottom rack of oven and bake for 10 minutes. Reduce heat to 350, move pie to middle rack and bake an additional 40 minutes. Allow pie to cool completely before serving. Enjoy with a glass of Madeira or port while reading your favorite Shire!AU.